○Rise Pack○ •Wolf RP• (New & Accepting!)

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[|~Nevermore~|]

[[I was considering joining but I have a question... May my character be blind?]]

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((You can, but make sure you make a wolf that isn't. :D ))

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{The Basics}
Name:[Keiler]
Name Meaning:[Clumsy]
Gender:[Male]
Age:[One and a Half Years Old]
Rank:[Healer]
Rank Wanted:[Keiler doesn't care about his rank. He's just happy to be in the pack.]

{Some More About Me}
Description:[Keiler is small, to say the least. Having been born so early, the tips of his ears barely come up to the average male's shoulders. His paws are half the size, and he weighs much less, though the male does contain quite a bit of muscle under his unruly fur. And yes, Keiler's fur is quite messy, but not for lack of trying to keep up with it. He's just a whirlwind of action and so is often left disorderly. The pelt across his body ranges from light shades of gray and brown to what appears black at the tips of the fur down his pack. Those tan ears of his are almost always up and his tail wagging, unless, of course, he's gotten himself into trouble. Keiler's body, so far, is free of scars, as he's young and has not had a run in with anything too terrible.]

Personality:[Stemming from his young age, Keiler has yet to fully mature from that state of puppy beliefs and fascinations. He is still full of energy and loves to play with anything and everything, which has gotten him into trouble before. He could go on running for miles, if you would let him. He's loud and rambunctious and has yet to settle down enough to figure out the skills necessary to stalk anything. He always gives himself away, either from his huge feet that seem to step on all the wrong things or his yappy barking that he sometimes can't control in times of great excitement. Keiler is still good and heart and trusts every wolf he meets, immediately considering them a friend, even if they hate his guts. He's oblivious to what others think about him and so can still be completely himself, enjoying the moment rather than worrying about the future or the past.

Keiler still has that view of the world where he considers each and every new thing he encounters to be extraordinary. He'll go out of his way to discover something unusual, which can also bring him harm, as there are some new things that you should steer clear of. However, his curiosity is unmatched, and the young male is full of questions to ask. From this, he's slowly collecting knowledge and adding it

to his vast stores in his brain. From his mother, he learned all of the plants and herbs that can help or hurt wolves and the negatives that can come with the positives. From his father, he learned how to identify and maneuver passed human traps and how to follow prey, even on the littlest smell. That, of course, was before they perished. Now Keiler is left to question the wolves he has befriended about the world.

Keiler is headstrong in his beliefs - not allowing older, 'grouchy' wolves tell him that he's wrong for being energetic or how his view on the world is too bright. He's an optimist. He sees the good side of everyone, whether or not others believe the wolf has a good side or not. He's very appreciative of others and is constantly thanking everyone for everything they have done for him. After all, while he's still learning and is not yet a strong asset, they have been taking care of him. And for this, he is extremely grateful. He tries his best to stay out of the way, and when he does something wrong, he immediately apologizes, putty that puppy gaze on and tucking his tail under his belly so it makes it nearly impossible to throw any blame on his shoulders. Fortunately, Keiler knows when the time for play has departed and can grow serious if he knows the situation calls for seriousness. In battle, Keiler is brave, jumping into fights with bigger, more capable wolves, wanting to prove that he can protect his new family.

Every once in a while, you'll find Keiler sitting perfectly still, his gaze completely drained of life while depression takes over. During these times, it's nearly impossible to get him up and moving or even to get him to talk back to you. These are the moments Keiler lets his mind move back to his past and how he let his family down.]

History:[Keiler was born a full two weeks early. He was not the runt, but the biggest and strongest of his siblings, and the only puppy from his litter to survive. His parents immediately fell in love with him and did everything in their power to ensure his survival. Keiler grew up with very strict parents because they didn't want anything to happen to him. He was not allowed to explore the world or go off on his own or join the pack in hunting trips when he was old enough. He had a mentor at all times that kept watch of him, not allowing anything to touch his pretty hide. His mother and father began to teach him what was right and wrong - letting him know what it meant to be a gentleman and what it took to be a real wolf. His love of learning allowed him to soak in this new information, and he excelled with the little that they allowed him to do.

One evening, word came to the pack of a sighting of rogues that was moving toward their land. Though Keiler begged his parents to allow him to come, they shook their heads and went off without him, leaving him in the care of the pupsitter. When the rogues broke through the pack and raced into their land, the pupsitter commanded Keiler to run. Being the obedient wolf that he was, the yearling took off and ran until he was too exhausted to run any further. Once the sun had risen, he trekked back into what used to be his home and found his family dead, their bodies torn into and left for the flies. Keiler mourned for several months before getting up the courage to move on.

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{Wants, Fears, and the Like}
Likes:[Playing. There is nothing the male is more fond of than a rousing play fight or game of tag.]
Dislikes:[He is not fond of getting told he's doing something wrong.]
Fears:[Keiler is deathly afraid that he will once again let down his pack and watch as they perish, as his previous pack did.]
Goals for the Future:[Keiler plans to grow up and has made Night his role model.]

{Love & Family}
Kin:[None]
Crush:[None]
Mate:[None]
Pups:[None]

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{The Basics}
Name:[Adalyn]
Nickname:[Addie]
Name Meaning:[Noble and brave]
Gender:[Female]
Age:[FourYears Old]
Rank:[Scout]
Rank Wanted:[Beta Female]

{Some More About Me}
Description:[Addie is a wolf of average height, though she is drastically thin and holds almost no muscle or fat to her body. Her legs are slender and are in proportion with her body, though her long tail and generous ears look as if they belong to a wolf of a much bigger stature, often causing her to be the butt of jokes. From the dangerous situations she puts her herself, Addie is almost always injured in some fashion and has a multitude of scars from such a daring life. The most noticeable scars are the ones on her muzzle from a cougar's swiping claws, though the worst is on her shoulder where the bullet still sits under skin and fur from the hunters that wiped out her pack. Addie's tan, white, black, and gray fur is thicker than the average wolf pelt, which keeps her warmer in the winter and pressed to find shade or a cool body of water in the hot summers.]

Personality:[Addie is very much of a tomboy. She's right up there with the other wolves, not afraid to get dirty and certainly not afraid to jump into a fight.

Most call her courageous or brave, but she doesn't see herself this way. She dislikes the wolf she's become and only sees the negatives in her personality - the quick to anger, rebelling, and blunt female that she can sometimes become. She buries the sadness from her past when she's with others, causing her to become lethargic and depressed when alone. She lets the rage out through her job, letting it fuel her when she's taking on another wolf. When she has herself under control, the fae is kind, or perhaps she just tolerates those around her. Whichever it is, if she's not working, she's easy to approach and talk to, though don't expect her to open up. This female is very guarded and gets a bit snappy when you start questioning her motives or her past.

To get out of the lethargy she feels with being alone, Addie tries to be up and active as much as she can, though there are times when the sorrow takes over. If she's feeling like her thoughts are sliding toward the negative, she'll go out and do something that puts her in danger, enjoying the feeling of coming alive again. It's the dead, dull feeling that gets her thinking about her past.]

History:[Addie was brought up alongside four brothers and was always right there beside them in every adventure they went on. She'd roll in mud or chase after bugs. She loved being there beside them and playing with them, even if she didn't win every play fight they were in, she did win some. Her parents loved her and her siblings and made sure they all had everything they needed. Every night, they went to bed with their bellies full, and every morning they woke up to breakfast and had a long day filled with adventure. When they began to learn the things they would need for life, her parents made every new lesson fun and got the whole pack involved, so the lessons stuck better in their small brains. Addie excelled with every lesson, as did her brothers, and as she grew, she became determined to have her own family at some point.

At three, Addie's pack was invaded by a group of hunters, set on finding wolves for their expensive fur. They had set their sights on her pack because of the white-pelted wolves that made up the majority of it. In the middle of the day, Addie was startled by a loud popping sound as she made her rounds of the edge of the territory. Racing to see what it was, she saw the strange two-legged creature standing over Firenze, one of her beloved brothers, who was no longer moving. She called out to him, and the creature turned, firing the long silver thing in its hands. Luckily, the man had been just as startled as she was, and the bullet hit her shoulder instead of her head. Adrenaline rushed through her body and she shot toward him, leaping for the throat of this man. It did no good. By the time she limped back to her pack, she found that four other humans had killed the rest of them off. She came across each of her brother's bodies, and then her mother and father, and realized that she needed to get out of the vicinity before the humans sentenced her to the same fate. She ran off, curling up into an abandoned fox den while her shoulder healed.

By the time she came out, her shoulder scarred and jagged, she was extremely thin and weak. She began to hunt again, first snatching mice and rabbits and slowly moving up the food chain until she was catching tiny does and fawns. She put on weight and ran into the small group, falling into their ranks.]

{Wants, Fears, and the Like}
Likes:[Addie enjoys daring tasks or the feeling of being in danger. It brings her back to life.]
Dislikes:[Ignorant or prideful wolves. She detests those that think they are better than her simply because of rank.]
Fears:[Wasting away. Addie knows that if she stops jumping up and doing the dangerous things, she will fall into a depression that she will not be able to escape.]
Goals for the Future:[She plans to make it to beta female, a daunting task for the female.]

{Love & Family}
Kin:[None]
Crush:[None]
Mate:[None]
Pups:[None]

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[[I apologize for the plain and boring looking forms, my phone is my only source of internet and it doesn't support codes well. It was hard to make a post this big, and i apologize for such small character skeletons.]]



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Name: L'Esprit Aimée

Nickname: Just Aimée if you please.

Gender: Fae

Age: About three years.

Rank: Healer, if you don't mind.

Rank Wanted: Head Healer or Healer.

Coat Colour: Pure, silky, snowy white. Her back left paw has a small touch of black.

Eye Colour: A dull, soft, ghost white-gray with hints of green.

Physical Build: Average. She's a bit on the lean side but she makes up for it in fur.

Personality: Aimée is a very quiet fae. She is serious and somber, often expressing her emotions through body language instead of her voice. When she does speak, her voice is very calm and low, soft and pleasing. She usually doesn't speak unless necessary or if she particularly likes a wolf.

Aimée's maternal instinct is very strong, as is her will to help others. That is her harmatia(fatal flaw) though, as she would willingly help a wolf that may in return help her. She has been known to aid strange or sometimes enemy wolves.

Despite her willingness to help, Aimée does not take to wolves easily, and it takes some time to gain her trust. Once earned though, her views towards the individual don't really change.

Being blind is something Aimée has been made fun of for a good deal of her life. Mocking doesn't affect her on the outside, but does give her some emotional sorrow. Of course being blind affects her hunting and other abilities, but her sense of hearing and smell have heightened.

History: Aimée was born to hunters in the pack. She was their only pup, and was quite a rambunctious one. While chasing a grasshopper one day she ran into some sort of poisonous spitting snake. After that, she spent her life wandering around blindly.

When she was eighteen months old, Aimée's parents assigned her a mate. She didn't love him, but she wasn't unhappy with him. Another year later and the couple celebrated their first son. He was the only boy in the litter. Four months later, her mate fell in love with a loner. Happy to see her mate so ecstatic, she begged him to leave with her if it would make him happy. Her mate left, and she's been a single yet content mom since.

Likes: Pups, nature, quiet, snow, rain.

Dislikes: Hunting, running, swimming, the heat.

Fears: Losing her son, death of the pack.

Weaknesses: Blind, too kind, too forgiving.

Strengths: Sense of smell, hearing.

Crush: Open.

Pups: Atticus.

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Name: Atticus.

Nickname: Atti.

Gender: Brute.

Age: Six months.

Rank: Pup still?

Rank Wanted: Guard.

Personality: Atticus is in one word unpredictable. He takes chances, can be flighty, but he does try to think before he acts. He is strong willed and doesn't like to bow down. Often times he needs to be reminded of his place because of his young, ambitious manner, but is loyal and means well.

Atti is opinionated and strong-spoken. His beliefs are set in stone and he is not agreeable like his mother. He takes after his father in that he sets high goals, and strives to accomplish nearly impossible things, in which he never succeeds. He is truly good at heart though, and wants to make the pack proud.

History: Atticus was born to a healer and a guard member. He was very young when his father left and misses him terribly although it hasn't afftected the pup too much.

Coat Colour: Grays mixed with orange browns and tans.

Eye Colour: Fierce fall golden.

Physical Description: A little scrawny, with large ears.

Likes: Running, hunting small game, swimming.

Dislikes: Storms, fire, the cold.

Strengths: Speed, agility.

Weaknesses: Hard-headed, cocky.

Crush: None.

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Full Name~
/|blue wolfpaw|\

Nickname~
/|blue or piggy|\

Gender~
/|female|\

Age~
/|7|\

Rank Wanted~
/|alpha female|\

Rank~
/|wip|\

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Coat Colour/Color~
/|a red brown with black hairs randomized all over with white|\

Eye Colour/Color~
/|a blueish grey|\

Body Description~
/|full body with long stockey legs |\

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Personality~
/|i am kind weather or not you make me mad i will always find a way to be kind. i am helpful in anyway that i can be. i can also be caring. |\

History~
/|i was born like a normal wolf in a normal wood. my mother and father died in a happy life i made sure of that being the only live born in my mothers littler so she tells me. when i grew up i went to go start my own pack but i never could find any lone wolves so i went to go find a pack to be in. |\

Likes~
/|not many things i like but i do like kindness and caring the most |\

Dislikes~
/|i hate it when wolves think they are better than other wolves |\

Family~
/|me my mother and father the alphas of the redmoons fallen pack to the south |\

Pack or Loner~
/| pack|\

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Secret Crush~
/|open|\

Mate~
/|open|\

Pups~
/|i would like some before i get to old |\

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Other~
/|Anything else here|\

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((Okay everyone's accepted!
Piggy Blue Wolfpaw, could you make a male wolf? Just to keep genders even.

And one more thing, As you guys may notice, Nervermore is amazingly brand new to the site. S/he told me via PM that this was his first Role Play. I don't know if s/he meant on this site, or in general, but regardless. I don't know how literate s/he can be so give him a chance! We all know how we started out on the first time Roleplaying. We weren't exactly the best, now were we? But anyways, Let's let everyone enjoy this roleplay! ))

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Full Name~
/|white wolfpaw|\

Nickname~
/|white|\

Gender~
/|male|\

Age~
/|i am 6 one year younger thank my sister |\

Rank Wanted~
/|beta male|\

Rank~
/|wip|\

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Coat Colour/Color~
/|i am mostly brown and white with black hairs scattered all over the place |\

Eye Colour/Color~
/|blueish white|\

Body Description~
/|a husky body with lankey legs |\

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Personality~
/|i can be nice when i want but only if you truly deserve it |\

History~
/|i was born in the litter after blue so she really is my older sister but she left before i was really born so but i would pretty much have the same history as her|\

Likes~
/|loveing wolves and i love being a flirt |\

Dislikes~
/|mean wolves|\

Family~
/|mother father now passed and blue|\

Pack or Loner~
/| pack|\

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Secret Crush~
/|open|\

Mate~
/|open|\

Pups~
/|open|\

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Other~
/|Anything else here|\